Chapter 53 Birthday Party

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 Birthday Party

The next day, Lars looked at the results of the forum poll after the voting had officially ended. In the end, Assassin received the most votes, followed by Mage in second place and Frontline Fighter in third.

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[Forum]

Title: Which Class Do You Want?

Sender: Anonymous214

Hello, everyone! I’m Anonymous214. I just want to ask all of you, which class do you want me to sell next?

Please cast your vote below.

Tanker — 18% of votes

Frontline Fighter — 19% of votes

Mage — 25% of votes

Marksman — 2% of votes

Assassin — 29% of votes

Support — 4% of votes

Others — 3% of votes

Total Votes: 291,590

Comments: 15,419

[Reply]

Thank you to everyone who voted. As promised, I will release the next class based on the results of this poll. Please stay tuned!

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After posting his reply, Lars noticed another thread that was rapidly gaining attention. Curious, he clicked on it. He soon discovered that a company was auctioning off several rare Class Books through the Bid Market.

Lars immediately opened the listing. To his surprise, there were already dozens of ongoing bids for the Class Books. As he checked each listing one by one, he discovered who the seller was.

It was VolcaCorp.

"So they’re selling the Class Books they found in the Rogue Dungeon through bidding, just like I did. What a dirty move," Lars muttered.

Normally, established companies didn’t conduct business through the Bid Market. Instead, they preferred larger and more prestigious Grand Auction Halls, which attracted major companies and wealthy individuals.

The Bid Market was mainly used by smaller companies or independent sellers like Lars. Selling those Class Books through the Bid Market was no different from declaring war on Anonymous214. And Lars had no intention of holding back.

"If you want to play, then let’s play!" Lars grinned. Originally, he had only planned to create a single Assassin class. But after seeing this, he decided to go all out.

"I will create an Assassin, a Mage, and also a Frontline Fighter!" He immediately edited his reply in the thread.

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[Reply]

Today, I’m feeling a little generous. I have decided to release Class Books for the top three classes. Get excited!

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Less than a minute later, the thread’s likes and comments exploded. The previous thread promoting VolcaCorp was immediately pushed down to second place.

(Yeah! Yeah! Long live Anonymous214!)

(Please don’t make them too expensive, Anonymous214. Have a little mercy on us!)

(I wonder what Class Books he’s going to sell?)

(So...no Dancer class again?)

(Admin! Kick this Viktor!)

Lars chuckled as he read through the comments.

’These people have really become slaves to my Class Books.’

At that moment, he was sitting on a train, heading toward his family’s home in District 30, located about two hours away from his rented apartment.

District 30 was situated on the edge of the Southern Region of Rahiel, bordering the Western Region.

It was one of the five districts in Rahiel with fewer than a hundred dungeons, making it one of the most populated places for people who wanted nothing to do with dungeon-related affairs.

Lars gazed out the train window. As the familiar buildings passed by one after another, a wave of nostalgia quietly washed over him.

He then looked at the gift box in his hand. It contained the present he had bought for his younger sister.

"I hope she will like it." A smile appeared on his face. "Well, it seems I still have about half an hour before I arrive. I will use the time to create the new classes."

He immediately opened the system and selected Generate Class.

"My plan is to create classes that aren’t so powerful that they cause an imbalance, but also not so weak that they’re overshadowed by VolcaCorp’s Class Books."

He then selected the following combinations.

[Rogue + Mighty Force I + Battle Instinct] = Rare Class Battle Reaper

[Mage + DPS + Glacier Hazard] =

Rare Class Ice Warlock

[Swordsman + Mighty Force I + Thunder Drive] = Uncommon Class Tempest Duelist

In total, Lars received 5,500 Creator Coins, bringing his total balance to 28,500 Creator Coins. He smiled as he looked at the three newly generated classes.

Although Tempest Duelist was only an Uncommon-rank class, it was still a powerful one.

Not long after, the train arrived at District 30 Station. Lars called a taxi, and after another fifteen minutes, it stopped in front of his family home, a modern-designed bungalow.

"It still looks the same as before," he muttered. He walked through the front gate and pressed the doorbell.

Ring! Ring!

"Coming!"

The door opened, revealing a young girl standing there with widened eyes. She had black hair tied into a ponytail, just like Lars hair color.

"Lars! You actually came!" Layla immediately threw her arms around him.

"Of course I came. But seriously, what have you been eating these past few years? You’ve grown so much. You’re almost as tall as I am now," Lars said as he gently patted his sister’s head. He was about 180 cm tall, while Layla was only slightly shorter.

"Hehe! Come on in. Mom and Lia are already here," Layla said as she happily pulled Lars by the hand.

"Lia is here too?" Lars hadn’t expected his busy older sister to make it home as well.

"Mom! Lia! Look who’s here today!" Layla called out as she led Lars into the kitchen.

"Lars! My son!" His mother immediately embraced him. "Have you been eating properly, Lars? You look a little thinner. You’re not sick, are you?"

"I’m fine, Mom. Don’t worry." Lars smiled as he gently held his mother’s warm hand against his cheek.

"Hey, Lars."

A familiar voice called out to him. He turned and saw his older sister sitting on one of the chairs. She had short black hair and was about the same height as Lars. Her athletic build gave her a beautiful appearance.

She smiled at him. Lars walked over before performing the special handshake that only the two of them shared whenever they met.

"You still remember it."

"Of course. How have you been, Sis?" Lars asked.

"Busy as always. How about you?"

"Same as you." Lars replied.

The two of them chatted for a while before the doorbell rang again.

Ring! Ring!

Layla quickly ran to answer it. A moment later, she returned with a middle-aged man. Lars’s gaze immediately fixed on him.

He was Layla’s father, and the stepfather of both Lars and his older sister. He was also the man who had thrown Lars out of this house four years ago.

Richard Mercer.